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before me. Her body I deposited in the next church-yard, and immediately after, rid as fast as I could to London, to lose thought in diffipation, and resign the better to the decree. For some days I lived at the inn I set up at, but as soon as I could, went into a lodging, and it happened to be at the house of the famous Curl the bookseller, a man well known in the Dunciad, and Pope's letters to his friends, on account of Curls frauds in purchasing and printing stolen copies of Mr. Pope's works.


sont icy vaines; on ne sauroit émouvoir la parque : me voila morte, chacun arrive à ce terme la. Cessez donc encore un fois: Ainsi puisfiez-vous ne sentir jamais une semblable douleur! Ainsi tous les dieux soient favorable à vos souhaits ! Et veüille la parque ajoûter à vôtre vie ce qu'elle a ravi à la mienne.

Et toy qui passes tranquillement, arreté icy je te prie un moment ou deux, afin de lire ce peu de mots.

Moy, cette Homonée que preferra Atimete a de filles considerables; moy a qui Venus donna la beauté, les graces et les agrémens ; que Pallas enfin avoit inftruite dans tous les arts, me voila icy renfermée dans un mo. nument de


d'espace. Je n'avois pas encore vingt ans quand le fort jetta ses mains envieuses sur ma personne. Ce n'est pas pour moy que je m'en plains, c'est pour mon mari, de qui la douleur m'eit plus difficile à supporter que ma propre mort.

Que la terre soit legere, ô é poufe digne de retourner à la vie, et de recouvrer un jour que tu a perdu !

N. B. The Reader who does not understand French, will find this in English at the end of this XIth Section,

It is in relation to these tricks, that Pope mentions Curl in his Dunciad and Letters. A succinct history of him I shall here give: but had I complied with his requests, it would have been a long relation, to the advantage and glory of this extraordinary man: For he came one morning into my closet, with an apron full of papers ; being letters, memorandums, parodies, and notes, written by or concerning himself; and requested I would, on a good consideration, write his life, to his profit and honour, and make it a five shilling book. That I said was not then in my power to do : but I would, one time or other, give the public a true account of him, and make it conclude I hoped to the glory of his character. Here

it is.


g. 2. Curl was in person The pilture and churacl rer Curl very tall and thin, an unthe lookjeiler.

gainly, aukward, white,

faced man. His eyes were a light-grey, large, projecting, gogle and pur-blind. He was fplay-footed, and baker-kneed

He had a good natural understanding, and was well acquainted with more than the title pages

of books. He talked well on some subjects. He was not an infidel as


Mrs. Rowe misrepresents him in one of her letters to lady Hartford, (afterwards Dutchefs of Somerset.) He told me, it was quite evident to him, that the scriptures of the Old and New Testament contained a real revelation. There is for it a rational, a natural, a traditionary, and a supernatural testimony; which rendered it quite certain to him. He said, he no more doubted the truth of the christian religion, than he did the existence of an independent supreme Creator; but he did not believe the expositions given by the divines. So far Curl was right enough. His fault was, that with such a belief, he took no pains with his heart. Trusting entirely to the merits of the saviour, like too many other mistaken chriftians, he had no notion of religion as an invisible thing within us, called the kingdom of God: He did not even consider it as a good outside thing, that recommends a man to his fellow-creatures. He was a debauchee to the last degree, and so injurious to fociety, that by filling his transations with wretched notes, forged letters, and bad pictures, he raised the price of a four shilling book to ten. Thus, in particular, he managed Burnet's Archiology: And when I told

him he was very culpable in this, and other articles he fold, his answer was, What would I have him to do? He was a book


feller. His translators in pay, lay three in a bed, at the Pewter-Platter Inn in Holborn, and he and they were for ever at work, to deceive the Public. He likewise printed the lewdest things. He loft his ears for the Nun in her Smock, and another thing. As to drink, he was too fond of money, to spend any in making himself happy that way; but at another's expence, he would drink every day till he was quite blind, and as incapable of self-motion as a block. This was Edmund Curl : But he died at laft as great a penitent, (I think in the year 1748) as ever expired. I mention this to his glory.

As Curl knew the world well, and was acquainted with several extraordinary characters, he was of great use to me at my first coming to town, as I knew nobody, nor any place. He gave me the true characters of many I saw, told me whom I should avoid, and with whom I might be free. He brought me to the play-houses, and gave me a judicious account of every actor. He understood those things well

. No man could talk better on theatrical subjects. He brought me likewise to Sadler's Wells, to the night-cellars, and to Tom King's, the famous night-house at Covent Garden. As he was very knowing, and


well-known at such places, he foon made me as wife as himself in these branches of learning; and, in fhort, in the space of a month, I was as well acquainted in London, as if I had been there for years. My kind preceptor spared no pains in lecturing.

But what of all things I thought most wonderful, was the company I saw at the Sieur Curl's. As he was intimate with all the high whores in town, many of them frequented his shop, to buy his dialogues, and other lively books. Some of these girls he often asked to dine with him, and then I was sure to be a guest. Many very fine women I thereby law, but none worth mentioning, till Carola Bennet arrived. She did. furprize me. Her mind and body were very wonderful, and I imagine a description of her, and her story afterward, will not be ungrateful to my readers,

$. 3. Carola Bennet was at this time in the two and

The picture of

Carola Bennet.. twentieth year of her age, a dazzling beauty in the height of life and vigour. Her eyes were black and amazingly fine: Her mouth charming: Her neck and breaft very beautiful: Her ftature was just what it ought to be. She had a glow of health, a luscious air, and a be



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